A definition for writer’s block is, ” the condition of being unable to think of what to write or how to proceed with writing “.

I have blogger’s block and I’m stunned.

Stunned because I was born with quite an imagination. Why, I could write a love story between two paper clips if you asked me to!

But this past Thursday when it was time to write my once-a-week blog, I had nothing to offer.

My brain and body felt fried still from too much sun and walking around in Marana, Arizona for its 4th of July Star-Spangled Spectacular.

I know this now because on Wednesday when I woke up, I felt like I had been run over.

I thought I wouldn’t be able to make it to church that night, but I pushed myself and boy was I a hot mess.

The only clean slip I had was too long for the dress I was wearing, and I didn’t feel like going downstairs for a safety pin to pin it up higher, so I used several bobby pins instead.

I imagined sitting down at church and all the bobby pins popping off my slip and falling to the floor. What would the saints of God think if they witnessed this phenomenon?

Oh well, I thought, let the bobby pins fall where they may.

Then the dress I was wearing was knee length, exposing the fact that I needed to shave.

I’ll walk too fast for the saints of God to notice, I thought.

I wore my well-worn Converse with this dress even though I would have preferred different shoes but when you’re feeling like a fried egg, you want comfy.

I wasn’t expecting Fried Friday but there it was, and I still had no blogging offerings to give.

Surely by Saturday I’ll have something…

As I write this, my body feels fine and although my brain doesn’t feel as fried anymore, today it might belong in the over easy bin.

” Over easy: The egg is flipped and the yolk is still runny. ”

~missy salcido wead